The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"Not really," Meiya smirked, "You can't guess!"

"Isn't it ... it?" Zhong Mingwei shook his five fingers in front of Meiya, looking at the little girl's petrified face, and she was so proud that the big open hand gently covered With smiles on Mi Ya's face, "Hurry up and say, is your man both internal and external, beautiful and intelligent?"

"Bah!" Meiya gave a hard sip, but whispered to kiss the palm of the man's hand, while whispering, "You have a scent of ink in your hand, it smells very good."

"Really?" Zhong Mingwei withdrew his hand and sniffed it in front of him. When he raised his head, his face was already smirked with a bad smile. "I also like to smell it. I teach you how to write for the first time. When I like it. "

Meiya stunned, and then blushed to the root of her neck, staring at Zhong Mingwei with his eyes: "What the **** do you have in your head? Cheng Tianjing thinks about this, are you bothered?"

"Don't be bothered, where is this troublesome time?" Zhong Mingwei laughed worse, and walked around the table and walked to Meiya, begging for a beggar and Meiya sitting on a stool, leaning to the girl's ear Said, "I'll charge you some tuition fees later, and then Mr. Mr. will teach you a few more words today."

"Bah! Shameless!" Meiya was almost speechless. She dare to pack the ticket. There will be no more thick-skinned people in the world than Zhong Mingwei, but ...

What about then?

She just likes Mr. Zhong's cheeky!

Hey.

"You sit aside, don't huddle with me, it's very hot," Mi Ya shoved him with his hand, complaining, "Hot days, don't stick to people like this."

"I'll make you an ice bowl later," Zhong Mingwei not only did not go, but held the Meiya tighter, he was actually hot, and his body was sticky. It used to be better to clean and change a little sweat People in clothes like to stick to Meiya's stickiness at this time. Looking at Meiya's face, he is busy and asks, "Become a bigger ice bowl, okay?"

"Two." Meiya bargained.

"No, I can only eat one," Zhong Mingwei said softly, "I should be uncomfortable in a few days, eat too much cold, and my stomach hurts when I am careful."

"I'm coming again?" Mi Ya was shocked. "I remember ... a few days later? Why are you coming again?"

"Yeah, half a month away," Zhong Mingwei hurriedly, "have to prevent it in advance."

There was a convulsion in the corner of Meiya's mouth: "... That line, we will sleep in separate rooms from tonight, don't we want to prevent it in advance? Don't you provoke me."

"Two ice bowls! Two!" Zhong Mingwei raised his hand and surrendered without any pause. "Of course, the daughter-in-law needs to eat two. Of course she has to be satisfied. What can I say?"

Mi Ya: "... hehe."

"Yeah!" Pang Yi called out.

"Come in." Meiya pushed Zhong Mingwei away as she answered.

"Yeah, ma'am," Pang Yi entered the door. While walking to the table, he looked at the letter written by Zhong Mingwei on the table and asked Zhong Mingwei, "Just give it to Master Zhifang directly?"

"Well, I'm just a junior, naturally I can't directly contact the Peking teacher, it's better to be transferred by the government office," Zhong Mingwei put the dried letter into the envelope and handed it to Pang Yi, " Alright, go. "

"Yes." Pang Yi finally believed and retreated.

"Will the letter be sent to the capital, will it be doubtful?" Meiya asked with a little worry.

"No, now King Pingxi is in Beijing, and Nanjiang is uneasy, and the Queen Mother's birthday is coming again, the father and emperor have no intention to care about my life and death," Zhong Mingwei said, taking the veil to wipe away the beauty. Khan in front of the forehead pours a cup of herbal tea and delivers it to his hand. It ’s nothing extraordinary, and nobody cares. "

Yes, Duan's door has already fallen. Who cares if Duan Rulan is dead or alive? An's family is even more eager for Xiao An's life, naturally will not go to the bottom, and no one will care about what the half-dead paralysis married a village girl.

"That's fine," Meiya nodded, sipped her tea, and looked at Zhong Mingwei. "It's just that the news of the death of Duan and An's Ningguta reached the Jingshi. No more. "

Zhong Mingwei was stunned, and then he held his lips and smiled: "Why? Little girl regrets now?"